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Jaden, with fixed gaze toward the elder, held no expression. "As soon as your children step away and we are inside, I will." He then pointed toward Bellatrix. "Also, she comes with us. No negotiations, no questions. She will say nothing, nor will she make a motion while in my company."

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δ | Matilda Haywire | δ

δ | Khao | δ

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----Mattie's taxicab jolted to a stop roughly half a kilometer away from her desired destination. The bluenette frowned, wondering why the driver had stopped from so far away. She didn't need to ask. Their surroundings were utterly deserted, and the tingling hairs on the back of her neck ominously suggested that the driver probably thought the place was haunted.
----"Outcha go," The driver said gruffly. Mattie could've sworn there was an underlying hint of triumph there.
----Naturally, she kept her head high, gaze level, and stiffly got out. She didn't even have time to take a breath when the cab's engine was gunned again. A cloud of dust was puffed up in its wake and Mattie swallowed a string of curses as she was covered from head to toe. There wasn't any time to curse out lousy taxi drivers, she tried to remind herself. Coughing wildly, Mattie started the very long trek to where her suspicions lay.
----A few minutes of walking later, her lungs had cleared up and so had her thoughts. A crazy hint of an idea bloomed in her head, and she stopped mid-step to examine it like something under a microscope. Her breath hitched once the full realization of it dawned on her. "Stupid idea," She said out loud to herself. "Talking to myself - first signs of madness. Bleh." Banishing all trace of it from her mind, she broke into a weary jog. Besides, even if it did work, it probably would kill her. Probably.
----Despite the looming fact that she was on the verge of passing out, the remaining distance was covered easily with fastidious haste. Ugh, was it normal to feel this heavy and hot and sick? Mattie wisely decided not. She skidded to a stop in the middle of some field to replenish her oxygen levels, only to realize that a. the world was spinning and b. she must have gone off-course in her fatigued haze. Inwardly, she cursed, or at least tried to. She had overused her powers - again. This was clarified further by the fact that her pores were billowing steam, cheerily sending a cloud-white plume of a warning signal to anyone nearby. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" was her last comprehensible thought. Her legs lost all connection with her brain and toppled beneath her. The bluenette's sickly pallor contrasted with the blistering heat that now settled on it, and the last thing she remembered was reaching out curiously towards some thing that looked like a metal baseball before the darkness fully claimed her.

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Δ | Nie Eikenboom | Δ

Δ | Chimera | Δ

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----WHAM!
----Nie barely had time to cry out when her body abruptly made contact with something hard. Immediately the surprise faded back into apathy, only to get shocked back into it through the contact with the hard, asphalt ground. A flicker of emotion threaded through her normally neutral expression, embodied by a tiny wince as she hauled herself to her feet. The shriek of car wheels triggered her reflexes, and without voluntary thought, she jumped.
----Cries of astonishment echoed across the street as the car, being too slow to brake, slammed right into a body of a girl who had been knocked right out of the curb. Another irritating paralysis flooded through Nie's nervous system as the windshield cracked against her now protected ribs. In the split second before the collision, she had managed to generate a thin layer of modified glass beneath her clothes. It still hurt like hell when she rolled off the hood and onto the ground with a grunt. Great, unwanted attention. Once her vision had cleared, she immediately took notice of people with their phones out, no doubt either uploading a picture of this on Twitter or calling up the police.
----Calling back her focus, she inched to her feet and sincerely hoped the forming bruise wouldn't hinder her for the rest of the day. The thin armor she had projected into reality faded away as soon as she had regained control of her balance, allowing her more room to breathe. The car's driver had gotten out and was questioning her rapidly and profusely apologizing at the same time, which she blocked out as she shied away from their attempts to check her for injuries. It mildly irritated her - obviously she was alive, not bleeding outwardly, and fully conscious. Then again these were normal folks who simply did not realize how many injuries she had toiled under for the past few years. She, however, did acknowledge the pain in her ribs, but dismissed it as soon as it made its presence known. Now how the hell was she going to get out of this mess?

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Tara opened her mouth to argue Ricky's order, but changed her mind. Ricky was perfectly capable of looking after herself after all, and there were injured people that needed looking after.

Just as she'd had that thought, Johnny seemed to come to, and expressed his dislike at Ricky's comment. Tara's eyes narrowed as he questioned what had happened.

"Would that be before or after you destroyed an entire field?" Tara snapped at him, then continued without waiting for a reply, "Well, while you were taking a nap we all nearly got blown up. Twice. I really can't be bothered with your tough-guy routine right now, so if you can get off your butt and help me with the others then do it. If not then stay out of my way."

Tara eyed both Al and Leech critically for a moment. Al seemed not to have any serious injuries, and though there was a significant amount of blood on Johnny's clothes he didn't seem to have any open wounds. Next she turned her attention to the unknown woman. She had noticed Trojan helping her earlier, but she seemed to have a couple of nasty wounds and the makeshift bandages were already soaked with blood.

She quickly approached the woman, then stopped in surprise at the sound of Genocides maniacal laughter. She shook her head as a small shiver ran down her spine. Glad he's on our side, she thought to herself as she returned her attention to the woman.

"Hey, the name's Tara. I'm here to help, ok?" Tara said to her gently, before inspecting the bloodied strips of cloth on her wounds. She noticed the girls eyes with mild interest, before her train of thought was once again interrupted.

She looked up at the sound of the armed mans voice and frowned in annoyance at the others crowding around Ricky. She heard the slight edge to her leaders voice as she tried to get the others to back off and decided it was time they all remembered their training.

"Oi, you lot!" Tara called out. "Ricky doesn't need anyone to hold her hand. Vannister, we have a woman here losing a lot of blood. That seems to be your area of expertise. Vennidal, can you find Druid? And Ethan, we could use the first aide kit. And some chocolate if you can find any," she added as an afterthought. Al and Leech were still pretty shaky, despite what Johnny said, and the sugar from the chocolate would help give them a bit of a boost.



(I hope that was ok, I wasn't sure if my character telling other characters what to do is against RP rules or whatever. But if you don't want your character to do it you can always make them say no or disagree or whatever, right? Sorry for all the noobness...)

Morrigan glanced out of the hotel window to determine the cause of the shouting outside, only to discover she was looking directly at the woman she was looking for. "How convenient." She mumbled as she slipped on her boots, heading out of the hotel. It seemed that the group of people must've hit Chimera with a car or something like that, but fortunately, most of the surveyors seemed to have lost interest as the man who had hit Nie with his car worried over the teenager. Morrigan calmly stepped up behind Chimera, clamping her hand on the girl's shoulder as she spoke to the man. "Don't worry, I'll take her to the hospital." She said, manipulating him into calmness. He nodded, the look in his eyes glazed over as he went back into his car, driving off. Morrigan pulled Nie onto the sidewalk, not removing her arm from the girl's shoulder as they walked. Nie probably did not recognize her, as they hadn't had any actual interactions before, and had never actually known "Thavma" before she left Squad One, though this was probably a good thing, as she would likely know very little about Morrigan's capabilities. "We need to talk." She hissed under her breath to the girl, hoping for cooperation from the teen, though it was unlikely.

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The localized pain meds in Theia's limbs were certainly doing their job. She could just feel her limbs, but just barely. She "watched" one of the people, a woman, walk over to her. She turned her head to face the woman who introduced herself as Tara. Can I really trust any of these people? I doubt I really have a choice... "Theia. I've removed the fragments from the wounds, and one of your friends gave me a local anesthetic..." She said with a very slight Greek accent. Though she had never been to Greece, that way of speaking was passed down from, well, the Gods. She jumped slightly at the sudden sound of Tara yelling at her friends. Wait, who exactly is in charge here... Perhaps everyone has equal say? But they wouldn't be able to get anything done if that was the case... Realizing she hadn't put her bracelet back on and had let it fall into the grass, she picked up the now oddly shaped black metal. With the movement of a couple of fingers she had made the metal slither around her wrist and form into a solid ring that wouldn't be easily pulled off. Why did I not find these people weeks ago? They all seem different... Like me... As though all of them has a special gift, or are just well trained... Her mind wandered as she felt another breeze on the skin where her bandana usually rests.

Vannister couldn't help the annoyance sparking through him at Shiver's condescending words. "What does he think I am? Some sort of mindless animal?' He had never really gotten along well with many of the team, for this exact reason. They treated him differently, feared him even, simply because of his abilities. He sighed. He could certainly understand why. Genocide was simply to volatile to trust. That was the reason he insisted on people using his real name, rather than that ridiculous moniker. He turned a scathing look onto Shiver. "I am perfectly capable of controlling myself Ethan. And I am not Genocide. I am Vannister, and would like to be treated as such. I'm sure you can extend me at least that curtesy." He turned back to the man, hearing Ricky's request that they leave, and the Stupid Little Man's remark about them being "children". Wow this guy was asking to get hurt. First he threatens their friend, then insults them? Didn't he understand that nearly everyone here had the ability to kill him in a second? Vannister's couldn't help but drooped slightly at Ricky's use of the Demons name in place of his own. No one really seemed to care about his request. They should know by now how much he hated his association with the Demon. He felt something tug on his sleeve. Vennidal. She pointed at the woman leaning against the wall. "The optically impaired female requires medical attention." Glancing over, he heard Tara yelling at him. "That girl... From the way she talks you'd think her word was law. So bossy... At least she uses my real name though."

He shook off the negative thoughts. There was work to do. He moved quickly over to the injured girl, crouching in front her. "Looks like you've been having a rough day, huh? Sister gave you some anesthetic I assume?" He pulled a small pair of glasses out of his shirt pocket, inspecting her wounds. He paid the most attention to the wound in her thigh. "Well it might not seem like it, but you got pretty lucky today. The shrapnel very nearly hit your femoral artery. A few millimeters to the left and it would have been lights out. Though I do wish you would have waited to pull the metal out." He gave the girl a warm smile. "Even so, I'll be able to fix you up no problem." Glancing over his shoulder, he called to Ricky. "My medical supplies are inside. Perhaps it would be best if we went inside while you two talk out here?"

(Just in case I didn't make it clear in my form, Vannister is a doctor)

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Theia's breathing increased slightly as yet another person approached her, this time it was the man who had turned into that thing. "She did. Wait, sister?" Her head tilted to the side as she tried to wrap her head around what the man had just said. That's her brother? She's his sister? Could this day get any weirder? Drat, I shouldn't have thought that... She smiled slightly, but it probably looked a little odd as she hasn't seen someone smile so she can only assume what it truly looks like. "I didn't trust my current state of control to cauterize my wounds as I hit the back of my head..." She reached up with her good arm and touched the throbbing area only to pull her fingers away from the spot with wet fingers now reddened. She could smell the iron from her own blood coming from her fingers. She preferred to not be surrounded by people or have the focus of several people on her. That's why she would work in alleyways and if she had to, draw in her target before striking. Inside? The school? Do I want to get that involved? Again, I don't have much of a choice... I don't like not having a choice...

(I apologize for her thinking to herself a lot. She lives alone and prefers it that way, and often talks to herself.)

Morrigan's hand remained clamped on the girl's shoulder as she led her down the sidewalk, edging Nie towards an empty lot behind one of the nearer buildings. It didn't look like anyone had been there for a while, so it was the perfect place to have her little "chat" with Chimera. As they walked, she made sure that no passerby took notice of them, maintaining physical contact and nullifying the teen's powers. "So, Chimera," She began, leading the girl to the center of the abandoned lot. She glanced around the area, turning back to the girl once satisfied when there were no means of being monitored in the immediate area. "I need you to tell me about the web." Her voice was stern, but not cruel, as she disabled the girl's capabilities for anger, just for good measure. There was no reason to drag the super here is she were to just become enraged and run off, after all. "Cooperation would be the preferable option, for both you and me." The woman continued, her dark eyes meeting the girl's, voice almost devoid of emotion.

(Sorry for the short-ish post, I really don't have all that much I can write about atm?)

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